Squalo awoke to the feeling of cold metal pressing into his skin, and opened his eyes to find a self proclaimed prince straddling him with a bloody knife in hand.

"V-voi! What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

"Don't move, commoner! You'll mess it up!"

"Wha—?!" Squalo was cut off by the sensation Belphegor's knife sinking into his skin.

"Voi! S-stop! Bel!!

"Stay still!" Belphegor snapped, "The prince is almost done…"

"You—ah!" The silver haired man flinched at the sharp movement of the knife. Seeing as how Belphegor didn't look like he planned on stopping, as well as how dangerously close that knife was to his heart, he decided it was in his best interest to bury his fingers in the self proclaimed prince's hair and clench his teeth until the madman was finished.

"Aaand… Done!" Belphegor smiled, licking the warm blood off of his blade. At this, Squalo shot off the bed and into the bathroom.

"Vooiii!!" He shouted upon seeing his reflection, "What the fuck is wrong with you, you damned psycho!?"

Belphegor then smiled his trademark smile and laughed his trademark laugh as Squalo proceeded to lecture him about the proper use of blades. All the while admiring his handiwork : a slightly angular heart over Squalo's own, inside of which read: "Property of Bel"

A/N: The world needs more Squalo x Bel D: